You are the queen of a dust bowl
Ex to a crier in a town of ashes
This is what happens
When a great love crashes
Tonight, you let me see you
For the first time, in a long time
For the first time, in a time
Without the fear of going blind
Without the fear of going blind
In a den of quitters, in a hall of hosts
Between worn out waltzes and wedding toasts
I heard a man confess that what he struggles with most
Is the freedom for so long
Without a strong enough voice
To tell him what's wrong
Without a will, without a prayer
Without a passionate song to sing
Our favorite sons, our polished metal guns
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns
Our favorite sons, our polished metal guns
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns
Well all by and by and all through and through
This is the only thing that comes back to you
How you banged her on a cannon
In a World War Two park in Gundagai
O come on guy, O come on
You were born red-eyed and screaming
You mother was beaming, she trembled
And dabbed your eyes with mercury
And rained on you the blessings three
You were a babe of Spring
Now what's it going to be sunshine
Our favorite sons, our polished metal guns
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns
Our favorite sons, our polished metal guns
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns
Upon all brave new breeds of old disease
On rotten roots of family trees
On sold out universities
Other sunset studies and these
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